“Someday, they’ll put in you in a museum. They’ll know a bit about your job from the artifacts they’ll find. Bits of broken glass from camera lenses. Memory cards in all your pockets. Beside you will be paragraphs on the wall where they speculate about the long lost pair of glasses they uncovered nearby, along with hundreds of half finished cups of coffee. And I wonder if they’ll know by your teeth that you didn’t eat leftovers. And maybe they’ll figure out that you never put your telephone down. And maybe, just maybe, you’re bones will be clutching the latest version of the iPhone; now, a relic, at best.”